I´m working on a poem that´s so true, I can´t show it to anyone.
I could never show it to anyone.
Because it says exactly what I think, and what I think scares me.
Sometimes it pleases me.
And this poem says exactly what I think.
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
A Scarf Fay
I had a meeting with a friend of mine. We got together after work, went to the café, gossiped, and then we went shopping a bit. We didn´t look for anything special, just went through the shops and browsed the things.
And I found a truly bargain - two wonderful (and extremely cheap) scarfs. One was dark red, the other one was light blue. I bought them both and they made me happy. I love such things.
The lovely afternoon ended with visiting my sister and Smallone. Of course I showed off my catches. My sister was thrilled (we have agreed I will borrow her any scarf anytime she wants), Smallone became mad about them both.
She was trying the scarves on...
...we tied them to some kind of dress, she was posing...